Day four / five / whatever

One of the things I love about hanging around the 'hub' of the Festival (which for me is the area around Bristo Square and the Spiegel Garden) is that you can find yourself drinking at a table next to a Caesar Twin; shaking hands with Patti Plinko after the Camille gig; walking past the aforementioned Camille in the street, dressed in fishnets and a leopardskin fur coat (her, not me) without anyone batting an eyelid; having the door held open for you by Britt Ekland, etc, etc, etc

I've probably been to the toilet next to countless stand-up comedians as well, but then I wouldn't know them from Adam...